Krissy entered the great hall and looked around. None of her friends were anywhere to be seen so she headed to her house table. It was going to be hard going to school without her best friend and cousin, but at least she still had Taylie in her house and Her beloved over in Hufflepuff. It was time to make new friends, others that were working toward Gryffindor winning the house cup. After all she only had two years left at school, she should start making memories. Sitting she looked around at her classmates. "hello" she said to no one in particular, her irish brogue evident in the simple greeting.

Herminny walked into Great Hall and took a seat at the Gryffindor table and noticed a girl about her age mabe younger introducing herself to the table and decided to greet her saying, "Nice to meet you Alana, I'm Herminny, seccond year Gryffindor".

Irial looked at the boy who'd seized his jacket. Old person? He arched his eyebrows but said nothing. There wasn't much he could do; it was an accident.

He looked at both boys for a moment before shrugging. "Just watch where you're dragging the boy next time," he said, trying not to chuckle at the two of them.

Noticing that there were two second years sitting together, Lacey decided to move over towards them. "Hello, I'm pretty sure i met you last year, Alana, right?" She asked one of the girls. "I probably introduced myself as Lani, instead of Lacey."

"Old person? REALLY Raiden? That's....wow I don't know." Pietro shook his head as his new friend then looked over at the guy he ran Raiden into. This guy seemed odd for some reason. Examining the boy he thought he saw something sticking out of his shirt. Pietro being the naturally curious eleven year old he was raised a brow at this. "Um. I think there's something sticking out of your shirt?"

With a sigh Krissy realized she hadn't eaten since breakfast before the train. Reaching for some of the sumptuous foods Krissy loaded her plate hoping someone would talk to her or one of her friends would show up. She hated feeling alone when surrounded by people.

Raiden stood quickly, wobbling as he got to his feet. Apparently Pie had noticed him accidentally call the guy old... his ears burned red.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to call you old, I meant older than me. Because I think you kinda are."

He twitched and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. And then Pie said something about something sticking out of the other guy's shirt... he hadn't like, hurt the guy by pulling on him, had he? Oh no... He bit his lip and looked where Pie was looking.

Irial shook his head. "It's okay, really. No harm done." He frowned though when both boys stared at his shirt. He looked down, wondering what they were looking at.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, honestly confused. There were his archaic designs, sort of like tattoos...but they weren't even near his wrists. And he had his trenchcoat on. What else was there to stick out of his shirt?

Pietro's eyes widened even more at the boy's shirt. He just wanted to see what was under there and by merlin he was going to! Going with this instinct, Pietro pulled at the boy's sleeve. "THERE IS A CREATURE IN THERE! It needs to get out! What are you keeping in your jacket!?"

Irial let out a cry. "Oy!" he hissed. "Let go of me! I don't have anything in my shirt!" He tugged his sleeve free from the boy's grasp and stepped back, fire glinting in his eyes. He forgot about his dilemma with Caitlin for just a moment as he attempted to get these two boys to back off.

Raiden's eyes went wide in surprise when Pietro suddenly started yelling about a creature being up the guy's shirt. OH NO! What if it was poisonous?! He bit his lip and stood still for a moment, debating. Should he help Pietro? Maybe the guy didn't realize that something was in his shirt?!

"Pie, be careful, don't rip it or anything!" Raiden yelped, stepping closer. He HAD to help. What if the thing had jumped off him and onto the other guy?! "What is it, Pie?! Is it poisonous?"

Pietro's eyes got a spark of confusion as the boy jumped back. He was honestly just wanting to know what was down his shirt! He swore he saw something down there. This was another one of Pietro's OCD things. He thought the boy's skin looked dirty so he just wanted to point this out so he'd clean it off or something! "Um why you looking at me like that? Don't hate! I just thought you had something on you."

Irial shook his head at the boy. "No...aside from my designs on my arms, there is nothing under my shirt." He had no idea what was this guy's deal, but it was confusing him so much. He looked at the other boy and sighed.

What a day this was turning out to be.

Raiden backed off immediately when Pie did, blushing as the guy said they were arm designs. Arm designs? Whaaat?

"Designs? Like tattoos? Aren't you too young for tattoos?" He asked, surprised. Maybe the guy WAS old. He looked at him, tilting his head this way and that. Maybe he was a new professor who was sitting with the students for some unknown reason? They'd had odder professors, he was sure... he glanced at Pie. "Can we... see them? Do they look neat?"

He'd never heard of kids having tattoos before, how strange...

"Designs? On your arms? Like tattoos? How OLD are you? Aren't you too young for that?" Pietro's head was racing at the thought of tattoos at that age. The only way he could even think of someone having tattoos at a young age was...NO. It couldn't be! Pietro took two steps back, nearly tripping over his own feet and gasped. "Are you...IN THE MAFIA!?"

"Nice to meet you to. I'm Alana, second year gryffie"

Turning to see who was speaking to her Alana noticed Lani "Hey Lacey now, yeah I remember you from last year." Alana said smiling

Irial's eyes widened to saucers. "Am I in the what?!" He shook his head. No, he was not! Grumbling, he took off his trenchcoat to expose his arms. He wore a black tee under the coat, and his arms, thankfully the designs weren't moving, were covered in black twists and turns and symbols.

"I'm not as young as you think," he said quietly. He allowed the boys to stare at him as a spectacle a little longer before putting his coat back on.

"Happy?" he asked stiffly.

Raiden eyed the tattoo-things with interest. They looked odd. Why would someone get tattoos like that all up and down their arms? He wouldn't do it, that was for sure... In Japan tattoos like that could mean anything. He was pretty sure he'd heard his dad talking about yakuza tattoos once, and he'd glimpsed the odd one on his father's back more than once. He'd told Raiden that it was a mistake that you shouldn't make, because they were permanent. When Raiden had pointed out that they had stuff to take them off now... well... his father had said that it wouldn't work on his.

"Why'd you tattoo them all the way up?" he asked innocently, looking at the point at which they disappeared into the sleeves. "Do they go across your chest and stuff too? And down your stomach?" He was in a rare nosy mood. "What do you mean, older than I think? How old are you? Surely not old enough to have lots of tattoos... you'd have to be at LEAST 30 for that, wouldn't you?"

...and Pie was yelling about the Mafia? What?! He looked at the older guy in horror.

"You're in the MAFIA?!" Or he wasn't? This was so confusing...

Sarah entered the Great Hall. She stopped at its entrance and looked around. Her mouth fell open a little. It was really grand. She looked at all the sides, four long tables full of chattering students. She walked inside and drifted along the tables and stopped at what she thought was the Gryffindor table. She watched the people sitting over there, she knew no one. She was just a first year there and was very new to the whole place. She sat down politely and took turns in marveling everything at the hall and hoping she knew someone.

"LIAR. Tattoos are a symbol of ANY mafia! You all wear coats to cover them up! MAFIA MEMBER MAFIA MEMBER MAFIA MEMBER!" Pietro pointed his finger at the boy then looked over at Raiden. "He's a LIAR. He's in the mafia! He has the tattoos on him! We should go tell a professor or something!" Of course Pietro would know about mafia markings. Even though this kid's didn't look familiar to him, that didn't mean he wasn't in a mafia somewhere else.

Alana turned her head at the sound of mafia shoutings. "Hey, ummm sorry to get in on you guys's conversation but I couldnt help but overhear somthing about someone being in the mafia; what's with that?? I'm Alana by the way"

Irial frowned at both boys. And then the one started screaming about him being in the mafia. This was getting ridiculous. He ignored the first year, and spoke to the other one.

"I have them on my chest as well, but that's it. They're a symbol of my homeland. And I am not thirty years old," he said, exasperated. "I do not even know why I'm explaining myself to the two of you."

He turned away from them, feeling a headache forming. Damn.

After get sorted Anise walk towards Ravenclaw house Table. On the way he stopped at Gryffindor table finds his Friend Sarah.
"Sorry Sarah I couldn't chat with you in the train. Having great time?"

Raiden grabbed Pie's arm. He was really freaking out about this...

"Pie, calm down, he said he's not... And the yakuza has those tattoos too, he might be from THAT." he looked suspiciously at the guy. "Your homeland? What homeland has tattoos all over your body? Are they a symbol of how old you are?"

He wasn't thirty... hmmm. Raiden couldn't be sure about that. How could you be not thirty and have so many tattoos? And he was turning away from them... maybe Pie was right about the Mafia thing.

"Pie... what do we do if he is in the Mafia?" Raiden asked, not taking his eyes off the guy. "That's scary..."

Sarah heard her name being called and saw her friend Anise standing. "Oh Ani, am great here!" she said standing up and hugging him. She shifted slightly and said, "Mind sitting here with me for sometime?" she asked him.